DANCES WITH THE DEMOCRATS

A short story by Masao

http://masaohf.atspace.com/
ACT 1

I walk out of the bathroom after my shower and trudge along the
hallway toward my room. Shroop. Shroop. It’s a good feeling, walking on the
dry carpet with wet feet. I feel them drying more and more with each new
step.

“Dinkie…”

Gulp. It’s my sister’s voice. She’s peeking at me through her bedroom

door.

“Dinkie, can you help with my homework?”

I take a deep breath and walk to her room, holding the towel around
my waist because it’s too small to tie with a knot.

My sister, Kiki, is a cute little piggy-tailed redhead with freckles and a

tight seductive body. I can’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Uh… I have to get dressed. I’ll help you when I’m done, okay?”

“D… Dinkie… my homework… it’s about male anatomy.”

“Oh…”

“I’ve never… seen a man… naked…”

“Sis…”

DRING DRING DRING DRING

I jump out of bed to grab my alarm clock and punch it as hard as I can
until the noise stops. It was set at exactly 8 AM, because this morning my

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parents will take me to a carnival. Phew, what a nightmare. Why do these
things always happen to me? If I had set it at 8:30, we would still have time
to… no, I didn’t just think that!

My name is Dinkie. I’m a college student in Maryland. Two years

ago I was injured in a car accident and lost all my memory. Perhaps that’s
why I feel so confused about my sister. I can’t remember growing up with
her at all.

I grab a box of baby wipes and kick my computer out of sleep mode. I
found an amazing porn site recently, with naked drawings of cartoon
characters. It took me a long time to find one that had drawings of Wendy.
Whenever my family takes me to eat at Wendy’s I have to walk like a
constipated Donald Duck to hide my erection. I thought it would change
once I saw the girl naked, but it actually got worse. It’s cruel to have the
drawing of such a cute girl plastered all over the place. I just hope my dad
doesn’t realize there’s an extra charge on his credit card. I finish
masturbating and walk out of my room.

I hear an unusual sound as I slog through the hallway toward the

stairs, my arms hanging freely on my sides. Flowing water. I raise my head.
That noise… it’s the shower. My heart skips a beat. The door isn’t closed all
the way so I can take a slight peek inside. I can sort of discern a silhouette
behind the curtains… it’s my sister!

No, I can’t do this. I run down the stairs in a panic. If someone finds
out that I… no, no, I don’t feel anything. No, she’s my sister. That’s all.
Nothing more.

My dad gives me a harsh stare from the kitchen table. I shiver. It’s as
if he ‘knew.’ But he can’t. No way. My hands are in front of my pants, and
I’m walking from a three quarters angle. He can’t see it.

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 It’s an awkward silence as I eat opposite him. I hope he doesn’t beat
me up. I have to find something interesting to say, but I can’t think of
anything.

“Hey, you guys started eating without me?” hissed a seductive voice
with a touch of irony. I turn my head.

It’s Kiki, my cute little redhead sister. She’s wearing such a tight tank
top that the shape of her 34D boobs is almost completely visible. I look
away. Damn, I’m going to die.

“Hey, Dinkie, why are you looking away?” she asks, bending forward.

“He’s been trying to hide his erection again,” my mom shouts from
across the kitchen. “You’d never believe the stuff I found while reading his
diary.”

“Oh, that’s no good. We have to take care of it. Show me, show me!”

“It’s not like that!” I scream, on the verge of tears. My god, I’m going
to cry. I hope my mom was joking. If they ever find out the truth…

***

I take a fleeting look at the people in flamboyant carnival clothes

dancing and singing all around me as I sip from a cup of coffee. A group of
young girls in blue robes are playing ukuleles near a tent. Further down, a
bunch of couples are lining up in front of the mobile toilets. How boring.

Hiding behind a tree, I turn my attention to the restaurant truck’s

entrance. Just a few more seconds. There, there… come on! Yes! Finally! My

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parents are in! Now that I got separated from my parents and sister, I don’t
have anyone looking at me.

All right. This is it. Time for me to get a girlfriend. I can’t keep
sneaking out at night and humping the Wendy’s restaurant sign with sharp
metal edges. I still have scars on my crotch.

It appears young girls love carnivals. There are so many of them

dancing around in short skirts. I pick up some flowers from the hedge and
walk toward the merry-go-round.

There’s a tall flat-chested girl with bunny ears eating an ice cream
near a Coke machine. There’s another one, dark skinned with blonde hair.
Hmm, many of them are cute… but…

I want better. I need better.

***

“The target is located,” says a man in a dark suit on a walkie-talkie.

“Please confirm.”

“North-northwest from position D, near the merry-go-round.”

“10-4. Target located. Holding flowers in his left hand.”

“Where is the contact?”

“She should be making her appearance soon.”

“The White House has confirmed her carnival costume will be a blue dress,
without a bra to allow her nipples to protrude.”

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“Contact in sight. Standing by for orders.”

***

I feel a sudden shortness of breath. She’s there, the woman of my

dreams, right around the corner near a brick garden bed. Her steps reflect a
natural seductiveness that is normally only acquired after 30 years in strip
clubs. She’s just the right height, with shapely breasts barely hidden by her
tight blue robe.

I walk toward her, pacing my breath. I want that girl. I’m going to give
her the flowers and introduce myself to her. Yes, yes, that’s the perfect plan.
Flowers remind girls of the shape of their vaginas, that’s why they always
fall in love with guys who give them nice pink flowers.

As I get closer to her, I notice that she looks a lot like my sister. She
has a ponytail instead of piggy tails, but the hair color and facial features are
almost identical. This is a dream come true. Yes, yes!

“Excuse me, my dear,” I say.

The girl stops walking and raises her eyes toward me. “Yes?”

“So, I was looking at you and I noticed that…”

I feel a sharp pain on the back of my head as I collapse on the floor. I

barely have the time to hear a female voice screaming in agony before
everything turns black.

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ACT 2

I slowly open my eyes, wincing in pain. I’ve felt like this before, after I
spent all night drinking Sambuca while browsing through naked drawings of
Wendy.

Coming to my senses, I find my arms and legs tied to a metal

contraption that looks like something straight out of David Parker Ray’s
garage. A breathing mask is stuck on my face and I’m locked in a strange
glass case filled with a brownish gooey liquid.

“No!” I try to scream, but my voice can’t come out. I move my arms
and legs as hard as I can in all directions until my restraints come loose. I
quickly lose my mask and start gagging as the liquid pours into my mouth. I
push myself against the glass case hoping to make it fall over, but to no
avail. An unpleasant taste of human meat fills my throat, sending all my
senses into hellish agony.

I hear a faint scream as two silhouettes emerge in front of me. They

seem to be punching buttons on some kind of machine. The liquid is quickly
drained from the glass case and a small door on the side opens up. I fall on
my knees, retching uncontrollably.

“Grab him!” I hear one of the men scream as I get dragged out of the
machine and laid on the floor. I turn around and try to get up, but get kicked
in the face and fall back.

My assailants are two old men in lab coats. I stand up again and push
one of them on the floor and pound him on the head. The other man grabs
me from behind. I hit him on the face with the back of my head, then turn

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around and push him toward the machine and bang his head on the metal
structure until he stops moving.

I try catching my breath as I look through the room. It’s barren. The
walls are white but appear to be made of a white metal instead of painted
drywall. There are computer stations that look like something out of an
airplane cockpit all around the room, with dozens of wires attached to two
other contraptions in the middle like the one I was locked in.

There’s no time for questions. I have to get out of here. Both men
seem to be dead, so I walk toward the door and pull the handles.

I find myself in a long hallway with neon red lights on the ceiling and
beeping machines all over the wall.

At the end of the tunnel is a red door with a large gray screen and a
sign that appears to be written in an alien language. I try touching the
screen and it immediately lights up. A computerized voice speaks out eerily.

“Calculating atmospheric pressure. Processing. Male humanoid, DNA

reformation stage 21. Incestual brain wave patterns confirmed. Potential
Democrat voter class C-3. Access granted. Supervisor alerted.”

Dozens of metal bolts jump of the hinges and the door opens into
another similar hallway, this time with green lights instead of red. I notice
several grayish metal doors to my left but I can’t open any of them.

At the end of the hallway there is another door with a similar screen
control as the previous one. I place my hand over it.

“Calculating atmospheric pressure. System error. Testicular tension

analyzed. System error. Recommend for grade 3 processing.”

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 The door opens automatically into a large room. I take a few steps
inside and fall on my knees. A chorus of distorted screams and moans
echoes in my ears.

On my left, a long glass case is filled with aborted fetuses with feeding
tubes sticking out of their skin. Some of them have bright green scales
growing on their bodies. Others have grossly deformed or missing limbs.
One of them has no head but a face on his stomach with one closed eye and
another opened wide with a barely visible iris. His mouth is moving
awkwardly, trying desperately to say “mama.”

“Help… me… help… me,” comes a faint voice. An elderly woman with
no arms or legs is staring blankly into my eyes, her mouth moving from side
to side as she speaks. She is kept in the center of a machine by restraining
bolts and electric wires are coming out of both sides of her head. Her torso is
several meters long and turns white, then black towards the end.

Two bald children, probably twins, are hanging from the ceiling above
her. They have what looks like octopus tentacles instead of fingers and part
of their chest is covered by spots of thick blue hair.

“Where am I?” I cry, holding my head in my hands. “What the hell’s

going on? Why do I feel like I’ve been here before?”

I crawl across the room, trying not to look at the dozens of mutants on
each side. The cries for help grow louder and clearer as I progress through
the room. I sneak a peek and notice that the further away from the entrance
I am the more the prisoners appear to be human. I quickly find seemingly
normal people locked in dog cages, screaming hysterically as they pull at the
bars.

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 “You! It’s you!” I shriek at one of the cages. There’s no mistaking it!
She looks exactly like my sister! It’s the redhead ponytailed girl from the
carnival still wearing that seductive blue dress! “How did you get here?”

“Please, let me out! We have to escape!” she screams at me, her eyes
red with tears. “Open the cage!”

I fickle with the metal hatch until it comes off.

“The exit is that way!” she screams as she bolts out of the cage,
pointing at a door on the wall between two computer terminals. I grab her
hand and run toward the door and try pulling on the handle, but it remains
stuck.

“It’s no good! I can’t open it!”

“Pull harder! There’s no time!”

“Over there! Get them!”

Five men in black suits and sunglasses run through the room carrying
machine guns. The door I was pulling suddenly bursts open with more black-
suited men appearing in front of us.

The girl falls on her knees in shock. One of the men hits me over the
head with his gun while another grabs me from behind and bangs my head
on the wall.

“Wait, stop!” I scream. “What are you going to do with me?”

“We’re going to take you two defects to the commander,” one of the
men says. The girl and I are dragged through the door to another room filled
with more half-human monstrosities screeching in pain. An old man in a lab
coat punches buttons on a wall monitor and a glass door opens to a small
elevator.

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 “Get in,” one of the men says, pushing his gun on my back. He flips a
switch on the wall and the elevator starts going up.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“You’ll figure it out soon enough,” the girl says. “It’s all your fault, you
know. We could have lived happily, but you…”

“What have I done? I was going to give you flowers and all of a
sudden I wake up in this freaking space ship!”

“Shut up!” yells the man behind me. “We’ve arrived.”

The elevator door opens, leading us to an elegant-looking conference

room. Through the windows I can see a well-kept garden filled with greenery
and flowers.

“It’s this way,” one of the men says, opening a door to a large oval
office. President Obama looks up from the stack of papers on his desk and
glares at me and the girl.

“What’s going on?” the President asks me. “Why haven’t you had sex
with your sister yet?”

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ACT 3

I feel the President’s piercing glare cut right through my soul. Vice
President Biden is standing behind him, shaking his head with impatience.

“I’ll repeat the question. Why haven’t you had sex with your sister
yet?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Why am I here? I haven’t

done anything!”

“Comrade Barack, it appears something has gone wrong during the

processes,” the Vice President says.

The President pouts as he nods slowly. “So it would seem. Dinkie,

listen to me. Have you ever heard of Cookie Bookie?”

“No.”

“He was a heroic comrade who ran a Democratic hospital, but was
brutally murdered two years ago by a Republican implant that caused
homosexuals to catch AIDS. My administration has fought for two long years
to reverse the process, yet now Republicans are poised to win both the
House and the Senate in the upcoming elections. Do you realize what this
means?”

“How should I know? Leave me alone! I’ve been trying to ask this girl
out and you guys have…”

“The Republicans and Blue Dog Democrats in congress will be

empowered by the elections and they threaten to repeal the health care

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reform and filibuster all funding for abortions and incest-education
programs.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Do you know why you’re sexually attracted to your sister? Because
when siblings have sex, their offspring are often deformed and retarded. The
more such people we have, the more we can raise awareness for their
situation and create new taxes for government funding of relief programs.
There’s no other way we can remain in office.”

“You’re completely nuts. Leave us alone. I like this girl and I want to
spend the rest of my life with her. And it has nothing to do with the fact that
she looks like my sister.”

The girl snarls angrily, tightening her fists. “What do you mean, I look
like your sister? I am your sister you fucking blockhead!”

“W… what? But my sister has piggy-tails!”

“I changed my hairstyle for my carnival costume! What the fuck were

you thinking? It’s me, Kiki!”

“It’s too late for that,” the President says. “You two are failures. I
should have chosen another girl.”

“No! It’s all Dinkie’s fault! No other sister could have done anything
with this moron!”

“No other sister? I only have one sister.”

“What are you talking about? I was created in the same lab as you. All
the girls here are your sisters!”

I gasp. Created in the same lab? No… it can’t be.

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 “Have you ever wondered why you have no memory more than two
years old? It’s because you were created here two years ago! You didn’t
exist before that!”

I shake my head. “It… it can’t be. Please, someone tell me it isn’t true.
What about all those mutilated people downstairs?”

“I’m sorry, son,” the President says. “We have to face the harsh
economic reality. We tried to funnel money and resources to our science labs
by bringing in truckloads of aborted fetuses from Democratic hospitals, but
the Republicans are waging a vicious propaganda war against abortions to
prevent us from getting materials. As a result, we’ve had a hard time
duplicating the sibling gene to create humans that are just deformed
enough. You and your sister were created to be as close as possible to actual
siblings, and for that we placed a lot of hope for you to help the Democratic
cause. Sadly, it seems the sexual implant has failed to produce results.”

“It’s all your fault, Dinkie!” my sister screams. “I’ve been trying to
seduce you all this time and you were too fucking stupid to get the clue just
because you were afraid those government agents posing as our parents
would get mad at you! Why the fuck do you think I’ve been leaving the door
open when I shower, or wearing tight tank tops with no bras and putting my
boobs in your face? Damn, men are so fucking stupid!”

“I… I’m sorry… I’ve always loved you, Kiki. Please allow me to redeem
myself… I want to have sex with you! I just didn’t know how to express it!”

Kiki puts her arms around me and shakes her head. Tears are rolling
down her cheeks. “Dinkie, my dear… see, it wasn’t so hard to say was it?”

“It’s too late for you two,” the President says. “Now that you know
she’s not your true sister, even if you have sex it won’t help the democratic
cause. The stimulus package funds are running out, and if the Republicans

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get control of congress we won’t be able to collect the funds necessary to
create more artificial humans. You two will have to be recycled into new
beings.”

Kiki gasps. “Wait… Mr. President, you’re not letting us go, right? No
matter what we do?”

“Of course not.”

“Run!” Kiki screams as she grabs a tea table and throws it through the
window. I take her hand and run through the room.

“Stop them! Stop them!” the Vice President screams as Kiki and jump
through the broken glass and land on the White House lawn. I scream in
pain as I try to stand up. Hundreds of glass shards are stuck in my flesh and
my clothes are covered in blood.

Kiki pulls me up. “Come on, Dinkie! We have to run! Please!” she
shrieks. I run behind her through the garden.

“We’re almost there!” she screams as gunshots whistle by our ears.

“Just a little bit more!”

I can see the street up ahead. If we can make it there, we…

I stop in my tracks as Kiki collapses in front of me, her body hitting

the ground in a loud thud.

“Kiki!” I squeal, kneeling before her.

“I’ve been shot.”

“Please, get up! They’re coming!”

“It’s too late for me. Go! You must save yourself!”

I wrap my arms around her and kiss her on the lips.

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 “I love you! Kiki, if you die, I want to die with you!”

“Please… call me by my real name… Wendy.”

“Wendy…”

I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder and my arm goes numb as a bullet

passes through my body. Another bullet hits me in the stomach.

I turn my body around and take a look at Wendy. She’s been hit
several times as well. Blood is squirting from her mouth. I grab her collar
and pull it down as hard as I can to rip it off.

“What… are you doing…?”

“Wendy… I… I want to see your boobs.”

I put my hands in her dress and reach her bra strap. Another bullet
hits me, this time in the thigh. I squeal in pain and pull as hard as I can. It
came off!

I grab the bra and try pulling on it. Just a few more seconds, and
finally, I will see my darling sister’s boobs.

“Shoot them down!” I hear a voice scream. My vision blurs. My head is

spinning. Where is she? There’s a strange shape in front of me. Is it Wendy?

I fall on my back. How ironic. When I finally manage to take off her
bra, I can’t see her boobs.

I feel light. The pain is going away. Then, darkness. Should have voted
for fucking Bob Barr.

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Epilogue

I open my eyes and take a deep breath. I walk down the stairs, one
step at a time, holding the railing as hard as I can not to fall down.

“How are you feeling?” a man in a lab coat asks me. Around him, a
dozen men and women in formal dresses are studying me while taking
notes.

“Fine, thank you.”

“You’ve spent a long time in the hospital. How does it feel to finally be
able to go free?”

“I’m ready. Thank you so much for treating me.”

“We’re sorry we couldn’t do more for you. Before we can let you go,
we have to ask you several questions.”

“Sure.”

“What is your name?”

“I am Jason Fi. I just returned from my tour of duty in Iraq. I was

caught in a terrorist that made me lose my memory.”

“Very good. You’re doing well. What do you think about President
Obama?”

“He said that all must lend a hand to make this country strong again.”

“Perfect. It seems you’re ready.”

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 I get escorted out of the building and into the back of a car. The driver
takes me to a luxurious street corner and hands me a key.

“Your apartment is right here. Welcome back.”

I thank him and I walk out of the car, taking a moment to enjoy the
fresh air. I make my way along the sidewalk to the apartment block
reserved for war veterans. I walk up the doorstep, then stop and turn
around. Something caught my attention.

There’s a Wendy’s restaurant on the other side of the street. That girl
is kind of cute. It almost feels like I’ve seen her before. Bah, must be my
imagination.

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